Fucking My Step Daughter Stories Novels & Stories

I closed the door and leaned against it, my breath coming in short, shaky gasps. I officially fucked my mom’s husband. I was his slut. I was a traitor. This was so toxic. I should have felt disgusted. I should have been vomiting in the sink. But as I touched my lips, still swollen from his kiss, all I felt was a sick, desperate craving for him to do it again. I couldn't just ever get enough of my stepdad. My phone beeped in my hand. I reached for it. It was the unknown number. "I see you are your stepfather's slut. I want you too. We should meet. Tomorrow. Midnight. The old park by the docks."

I came here to escape the darkness of the club, only to realize I’ve walked directly into the heart of the abyss. And this time, there is no end to the Friday shift. Tomorrow, I will be a Reynolds. And tomorrow, the man who knows every inch of my shame will be my step-son.

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h

Sophie was in high spirits, as usual. “So,” Sophie said with a mischievous grin as they reached the lecture hall. “Tell me more about your stepfather. After seeing him the other day, I have been wanting to ask about him. He is so hot. Like, seriously. If he wasn’t your stepdad, I might be interested. That silver-fox thing he has going on? Total daddy material.” Monalisa’s cheeks burned. “Sophie!” “What? I’m just saying. He’s tall, muscular, that commanding presence… total fantasy material.”

I stepped toward him, my anger flaring. He stepped back, holding the phone high. "And why would I do that? This is my insurance policy. Imagine the look on Mom's face when she sees her precious daughter sucking her husband's cock. Or better yet, imagine the whole school seeing the 'perfect' Amaya getting fucked by a man old enough to be her father." I felt a cold wave of terror wash over me. My mother would be devastated. My reputation would be incinerated. This can't be happening.

And I made sure they knew how much of a monster they had made me. Years ago, my stepmother and I argued over something I hardly remember. She followed me up the stairs to my room. She yelled, cursed, and wished for my death. To my horror, she accidentally slipped and tumbled down the staircase, resulting in her miscarriage. They convicted me of ten years in prison after that horrible incident. My father didn’t even give me a chance to plead my case. It was too late when I found out it was all planned so my stepmother could get rid of me and make her firstborn the sole heir of the Pack.

I hate it how my mother’s name rolled so sexily out of his tongue, that tongue was dipped into my pussy just now. “So Danny, I would like you to escort my beloved, new daughter, who came here to kill me, to the dungeon and hold her there until my further orders.” I gasped. I was speechless at the audacity of this man. Firstly, he fucked me and then he dumped me, then he claimed to be my stepfather but not my mate, and now this motherfucker was putting me into jail! That was absurd. “Yes, Alpha.” Danny, the omega, grabbed my arm and he started dragging me out.

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.

“See why you need your big brother. Always ready to let you enjoy yourself.” I released in her with our moans forming a playlist and carried her to the bed. She was my priceless jewel. “That's my little fucking stepsister, always satisfying her brother,” I said cupping her boobs.